When I bond her, I’m going to bite right here. It’s been teasing me the entire fucking time.
But not today.
Even though it takes nearly all the fucking willpower I have, I pull out of her warm, wet heat.
“Wait, what?” She asks, spinning around on wobbly legs to face me.
Then she pouts.
Fucking pouts.
My rough hand reaches out to squeeze her cheeks, freezing her in place.
“That fucking face you make...” I shake my head. “Makes me want to do stupid shit.”
I grab one of the smaller towels on the little shelf and toss it to the floor.
“You wanna help me? On your knees, Shortcake,” I say, gently patting her cheek.
“Why? Doesn’t that come before we have sex?”
“Sex happens in whatever order we want it to happen. And I want you on your knees. I will not knot you for the first time bent over a bathroom sink while you’re injured. That means we’ve gotta get creative and creativity today means painting you in my cum.”
“Oh,” she says, blinking up at me with wide eyes.
I watch her, cataloguing every single one of her reactions to make sure she’s okay with this. I need to remember this shit is new to her.
Her pulse picks up and her intoxicating strawberry shortcake perfume sweetens even more than I thought possible.
Like always, she listens to me.
The sight of her, lingerie pooled around her waist, tits out, her cheeks flushed and hair messy like she’s freshly fucked—because she is—is so incredible I want to burn it into the back of my eyelids.
And then, I swear, she’s trying to kill me.
She sticks her tongue out, blinking up at me with wide eyes.
“Fucking hell,” I grit out.
My cock bobs involuntarily in front of her face.
I squeeze my knot at the base of my cock hard, making me groan. Then I use the slick that coats my shaft as lube while I jerkoff.
She leans closer, and the head of my cock bumps into her soft, wet tongue.
That’s it. I’m a goner.
I fucking blow like a two-pump chump.
Ropes of my hot cum shoot out of me, splattering over her tongue and left cheek, then along her neck and collar bone.
Painting her in me.
Okay, I lied earlier.Thisis the sight I want burned into the backs of my eyelids.
It’s not a bond mark, but holy fuck does the sight of her covered in my cum seem to put down the territorial bastard side of me.
“Holy shit,” I hiss.
